How the hell does any girl want to continue after that! We may have to quitHarold. I thought I was ready but I guess I am not cut out for it like my a...ntie or Miss frynie." So you may be more like Miss Dot?" No, I am pretty sure she is still a virgin Harold. I have a slight edge toward being my own twenties woman." Harold? What did you do?" Sorry, you must have lossened up a bit. My piece twitched." That didn't hurt Harold! It actually felt -- interesting. Can you do some more--Twitching?"It. Yanks love 'Ossies', they just wouldn't know one if they fell over one. The only difference between an 'Ossie' and a Yank is the accent with which they speak, otherwise they are indistinguishable.The target is a US Naval Fleet Admiral who is in charge of a carrier fleet and has begun his own private marine detachment of highly dedicated and intensely loyal ex-servicemen. When on foreign soil his private army spends its time eliminating anti US agitators and insurgents then appearing back in the. Always so bossy. I love her. "What time?" I ask. “Whenever. Taniyah’s coming over too, she'll be here at like five. We’re gonna make some food, and she’s bringing wine.” “Right on. I like Taniyah,” I say in a somewhat surprised tone. “I know, right? I may even like her more than Chandler.” I laugh at her comment and can’t help but agree. Taniyah’s permanent good mood is always contagious. “K, I need to go to the store, then I’ll be over.” “Hurry bitch, I miss you.” “Love you,” I reply. Once the plane came to a full stop, a door was quickly opened and the three agents disembarked. A small welcoming committee consisting of Captain Clayton, Ed Sharp and another airmen were waiting as the three agents slowly walked down the steps and into the cold arctic air. "Welcome to Thule. I think you'll need these," Ed Sharp said as she and the airman gave each agent a parka. "Thank you." All three agents were grateful for the warm weather gear. Their jackets were not anywhere near.